Kyle started the day off by throwing up all over himself in the car. Neat!
I had slept in the guest room Friday night because some of our neighbors in a house near our bedroom window were having a loud outdoor gathering. At 5:30 in the morning I woke suddenly because I heard a child crying…across the street, inside a house. Not my kid. I tried to go back to sleep but later the dog started barking and the cat started meowing and the newspaper delivery car had squeaky brakes. I hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet and I was silently screaming “Calgon, take me away!”
Once I was up everything was fine. I made Kyle some French toast but he started to break out. Egg allergy. I thought French toast would be okay because he had eaten it before without incident. Oh well. I gave him some Benadryl. Then I got a wild hair to check out some yard sales so I got us dressed and strapped into the car and off we went. The first yard sale, which had advertised in the paper that they had LOTS OF GREAT KIDS’ STUFF and were starting at 8 AM was barely set up at 8:30 and they had crappy kid stuff, and very little of it. So I drove around following signs for another. As I got closer to the next one I thought to myself “boy, this neighborhood smells weird.” I parked in front of a house with kids’s stuff spread all over the yard and 2 cute kids, maybe 8 and 10 years old, manning the store. Go back to unstrap Kyle…who was covered in undigested French toast.
Ew.
I felt sorry for the kids, because they looked so happy to have a customer. But I just left. I had nothing to clean Kyle up with and…ew!
The rest of the morning was about observing Kyle and hoping he wouldn’t puke again. I don’t have much experience with kid puke. He was all about spitting up breast milk and formula, but that’s just not the same thing. We’ve been lucky that Kyle has not contracted the Great Puking Pox so far. So I really didn’t know what to do. No fever, no fussiness or anything else unusual. I thought maybe it was a reaction to the Benadryl or even a more pronounced reaction to the egg allergy.
After his nap I took Kyle with me to get groceries. All was well until we got home. I needed to make the food for the evening, tidy up the house, feed Kyle some dinner, and tidy up myself, all by 7pm. Kyle pretty much followed me around clutching my pants and whining, or he somehow got into prohibited areas of the house and extracted contraband to fling around. At 6pm there was a knock at the door. It was Auntie Katie (Everybody!) and Gina! An hour early! My first reaction was “oh, crap!” But that lasted about .45 seconds and then I was excited. Helpers!
Katie and Gina ran around with Kyle for the next hour while I finished cooking and setting everything up. Auntie Lisa arrived around 7 with her dog Sadie. Sadie and Frida were thick as thieves, entertaining each other all night. We all ate dinner, I put Kyle in bed, and then we played Euchre for the next 103 hours. Everyone else was melting but I guess I am used to the temperature here. It was actually chilly outside so I didn’t want to run the AC.
Here’s the thing about Euchre. It’s a card game, similar to Pinochle, in which 2 teams of 2 play against each other. Lisa and I have been partners against Katie and our friend Brian for the past few years. We have never beat them. Brian’s out of town (in The Big Easy! He said he took the “Hurricane Katrina Tour.” That’s like ogling outside of O.J. Simpson’s house.) so Gina, who has only played Euchre one other time, filled in for him. We coached her through the first few hands. Katie and Gina soundly beat us in the third game. Lisa and I are questioning the quality of our partnership. Maybe we just play better drunk.
The girls all left between 11:30 and 12:00. When they left Kyle woke up. I had to snuggle with him for a little while before I could put him back down again. It was hot, I had to pee, and I was suffering from an attack of my allergy-induced asthma. Otherwise I would have falled asleep with him. I stumbled into the bedroom and realized I hadn’t put any sheets on the bed after I stripped it to do laundry that morning. I didn’t want to sleep in the guest room again (see above) so I spread a clean top sheet on the mattress and passed out.
I’m tired just reading this post! Although I’m glad there wasn’t any more puking and even more glad you had some fun with the girls!
Going it alone is HARD! BTW, I love Euchre. Used to play it all the time in college – where did you learn? When I find people that know how to play it seems like they’re all from the Midwest or were taught by some Midwestern…curious.
The guantlet is thrown down and we must meet the challenge. We used to win at euchre in college. But then maybe the alcohol thing is the point- hmmm! We need to redeem ourselves.